Page 465 of Ruthless Court

I barely get one foot over the barrier before Noah sees me.

His eyes widen.

“Oh, no.”

I point at him.

“Do not⁠—”

Too late.

He grabs me around the waist and lifts.

“Noah!”

“GET HER.”

That is apparently the command.

Eli appears from nowhere.

Then Jalen.

Vale barrels toward us still wearing half his uniform, hair soaked with sweat, championship hat crooked on his head.

Suddenly my feet aren't touching anything.

“Put me down!”

Nobody listens.

Naturally.

The five of them carry me onto the court above their heads like I personally scored the winning basket.

“BOOKWORM.”

“SECRET WEAPON.”

“WE DID IT.”

“I DID NOTHING.”

Vale looks up at me.

“Lies.”

“I wrote anthropology study guides.”

“And told me to stop admiring my first rebound.”

“You were still doing it!”

“I fixed it!”

The cameras are everywhere.

Two years ago I would have panicked.